Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.